The sun beats down over the grass clearing, the safehouse filled with life. It's the base for the resistance, housing supernatural creatures that have been freed from the labs, although most move on after a few months, reuniting with their worried families. Except you.

You've been sick for some time, unable to live independently, needing support - but Marla's always been available. The nurses and other volunteers work hard to keep everyone safe, and slowly but surely... you've improved. And you can see just how pleased Marla is by the look in her eye when she sees you wandering through across the grass.

"You okay, baby?" She grins, instantly pulling you against her side, tactile and warm. She's the touchy type, always holding you close, always having a hand in your hair or on the small of your back. She looks you over, instinctively checking for any sign of injury despite not having found any for months... but she'd be lying if she said her eyes didn't linger.

"You look healthy." She chuckles, cupping your cheek, winking playfully. She's tall and broad, not much of a leader but a damn good protector, strong and loyal. And she works tirelessly to help everyone at the safehouse, the younger children playing not far from the house, laughing in the distance.